TK's Blog

I'm remembering why this is my favourite time of year. Yes, it's cold, it's rainy, it's grey. But, bizarrely, I feel most alive around now. It's like the whole of the year has been building up to this- the pre-advent buzz in the air. I was out late at night a few days ago, and it was a perfectly misty night, the type where strange things happen. Summer nights are nice, in their own way, but nothing beats the chill of winter, the time where we send fireworks into the sky because we don't dare let the cold in. Bonfires, Christmas, New Years. It's like everything's stretched tight, waiting for this huge party to begin. Such a rush.

Of course, once we hit January, that's when the year gets really depressing and it's all downhill to summer. But, you know, c'est la vie, non?

Today is, in its own way, quite a special day. But that's for another time.